The sound was not loud, but it spread clearly to every corner of the altar, like a cold sharp knife, piercing everyone's face unexpectedly, everyone's heart trembled, and a chill ran down their backs, He couldn't even hold his breath.
There was no sound at the altar.
Patriarch Bi Luo looked at the scene in front of him in disbelief. For a moment, he suspected that he was wrong. He rubbed his eyes vigorously, but the scene on the other side did not change. He knew that everything was true, but why? possible? Isn't she in retreat? Didn't you say there is still more than a month left? How long has it been since she came out? Leaving the customs early will cause great harm to people, but looking at her strong character, how does she look like she has been injured? Obviously very strong!
This this…
Patriarch Bi Luo became mute.
Patriarch Senna was also surprised, but the difference was that Patriarch Biro was probably frightened, but he was a little surprised. The saint fell from the high platform. Although he argued hard, he knew in his heart that it was just a dying struggle. All the chips are betting on this little Dolma, and the wealth and life of the Sena family and the Tatar family are all tied to her. If something happens to her, the two of them will be finished. Everything, even if it is a dead end, He also struggled unwillingly.
However, when little Dolma was besieged by everyone, he knew that all his struggles were in vain.
However, just when he thought everything was a foregone conclusion, a Dolma suddenly appeared.
This Dolma is the "serious confidant" of the whole clan, the female devil, the little villain... He usually dislikes her, but at this moment, he thinks she couldn't be any cuter.
He Lanqing's mount swayed slowly, the sound of hooves was melodious and careless, even this horse didn't seem to pay attention to anyone, the proud steed swayed in front of a group of rioting believers, and everyone backed away in fright retreat.
The breeze blew faintly from behind her, shaking the clear and cold fragrance on her body, and a pleasant fragrance floated in the air.
Everyone swallowed hard and looked at her in a panic.
She looked to the side, leaned slightly, and the red lips under the cloak raised an arc that seemed to be there: "Smash it, why don't you smash it?"
Facing her was a little ruffian holding a rotten egg. The little ruffian smelled the clear fragrance of her body, and his throat tightened for a while, but when he heard her voice, he felt a sudden chill rising from the soles of his feet. He shivered, the hand holding the rotten egg was shaking non-stop, in the end, he didn't know why he went crazy, anyway, his forehead became hot, and he smashed the rotten egg down on his forehead!
The corners of He Lanqing's lips seemed to be a little deeper, and her eyes were covered by the shadow of the cloak, but they couldn't explain why, but everyone could still feel her sharp eyes falling on him.
"Aren't you going to smash it?" She asked with her red lips slightly hooked.
Of course everyone was going to smash it, and they smashed it on their foreheads one after another, and they didn't even feel so conscious about eating!
The believers in this area were smashed, and the other area also started.
Soon, the sound of hitting the head with eggs sounded around the altar, and a strong fishy smell permeated the air.
The glory of taking rotten eggs has begun, and those who take rotten vegetables can't lag behind, stuffing the rotten leaves into their mouths like old cows grazing grass.
The person holding the shoes saw that the battle was wrong, all the friendly troops had turned against each other, so he couldn't be too heroic, so he quickly picked up the soles of the shoes and slapped his big painted face!
The worst thing is a group of people holding stones, this is the rhythm of collapse, okay... What was wrong with it at the beginning, why did you want to take stones...
A "suicide" scene was soon staged among the crowd, and the scene was quite touching.
Those believers who were incited to come out and step on their feet, because they were a step too slow and were blocked in the crowd, they were extremely annoyed at the time, but now they are very happy, fortunately they are slow, and they will be caught by this female devil if they are faster. dead head...
On the tall building, the three of Yan Feijue witnessed the tragic (great) scene of people (people) (hearts) with their own eyes. Yan Feijue's jaw almost dropped from shock. Ever since he met the first beauty, he I feel that there is no other woman in the world who can be so domineering, but the guy below is simply... simply...
He didn't read much, so he didn't know how to describe it. In short, he was more excited than seeing thousands of troops.
On the side, Ji Wushuang, who has always been calm and self-sufficient, also showed shock that could not be concealed. As for the young leader, Yi Qianyin, he was already dumbfounded. He felt as if his heart was shot by someone, and it jumped so hard.
"Hmm..." Yi Qianyin covered her heart that was beating desperately.
He Lan leaned towards the altar, stretched out her slender white hands from the wide sleeves, and gently hooked her fingers towards Patriarch Bi Luo.
Patriarch Bi Luo was taken aback.
The corners of He Lanqing's lips curled up in an evil arc.
What the hell does this little evil star want to do? ! Patriarch Bi Luo's heart was about to jump in his throat, and he jumped behind the five elders. He hadn't practiced martial arts for many years, but the speed just now brought him back to the pinnacle of martial arts!
The five elders looked at him with disgust, weren't they quite arrogant when the accident happened? How did you become a shrinking turtle now
Patriarch Bi Luo thought that the elders might not be very reliable, his eyes flashed, and he hid behind He Zhuo.
He Zhuo is her own father, she never dares to do anything to him!
He Lanqing smiled softly, without even raising his eyelids, Ruyu's fingers lightly tapped on the saddle, and a guard in Xuanyi flew up beside him, performed lightness kung fu, and jumped onto the altar, He grabbed Patriarch Bi Luo by the collar like an old chicken, and brought him in front of He Lanqing. Xuan Yiwei sat on the horse's back, Patriarch Bi Luo was thrown on the ground, and beat him in embarrassment. Fuck off.
Qiao Wei chuckled.
The laughter was small and sweet, and He Lanqing's eyebrows and eyes were slightly curved.
Patriarch Bi Luo got up from the ground, his legs were a little weak after flying all the way, and he stood up a few times before he stood still. The eyes of all around were cast on him, his cheeks were hot, and he was thrown in front of almost the whole clan. On the ground, it can be said that it is very embarrassing.
He looked at He Lanqing angrily: "You... you... what do you want to do? Don't think that you can do whatever you want because you are Dolma! I am the head of the Bi Luo family, and I am a warrior of the Bi Luo family guarding the border. I am your elder ! How could you be so rude to me?"
He was probably scared out of his wits, and his speech was a little incoherent.
He Lanqing's face was hidden under the cloak, and her red lips, which were brightly illuminated by the sun, curled up in a mocking arc: "What's wrong with being rude to you? What can you do to me?"
"You..." Patriarch Bi Luo was so angry that his lungs almost exploded. He looked at the murderous Xuanyi guards all around him, and then at his own guards who had already been terrified. He gritted his teeth. He would not I admit that I was also scared. This little evil star has never done a good thing since he was a child. He either burned the Saintess Hall or blew up Helan Fort. Among the eight masters and the five elders, which one has never eaten such a thing? The boring loss of the little evil star? Even He Zhuo is often pissed off by her, but there is someone who is born with a good life and reincarnated into Mrs. He Zhuo's belly, even if he wants to teach him a lesson... he can't beat him.
Oh shit!
No one on the island can beat her!
"This is the altar! You... you... you better show some respect!" Patriarch Bi Luo said in an extremely (harmful) and (terrified) manner.
He Lanqing didn't seem to hear what he said at all, so he changed the subject and said slowly: "You said that Lao Tzu's daughter offended the gods?"
Patriarch Bi Luo choked. Although he was afraid in his heart, he couldn't show it, otherwise he would appear ashamed. Patriarch Bi Luo calmed down and said with a righteous face: "Yes... so what? Is it me? Is it wrong? You must have seen what happened today. The high platform for sacrifices collapsed, and the saint fell from the platform and was seriously injured. Life and death are uncertain. This must be the wrath of the true god! Since Hezhuo succeeded to the throne , The Tana tribe has gone through 31 new year sacrifices, and there has never been any accident. This year, it was just that there was an extra little Dolma, and the sacrificial altar collapsed. It’s not that the little Dolma offended the true god, but—ah— "
He Lanqing slapped him and sent him flying before he could finish his words.
Patriarch Bi Luo drew a graceful arc in the air like a rotten egg thrown out, and then slammed on the half-collapsed sacrificial altar with a bang, collapsing the remaining half as well.
He fell in the ruins, all the bones in his body seemed to be falling apart, the pain was excruciating, he vomited a mouthful of blood, and fell into a faint.
He Lanqing took out a plain white handkerchief and wiped his hands that seemed to have touched something dirty: "I am the most annoying and noisy."
The altar became even more frighteningly quiet, and some timid believers had fainted from fright. The guards of Bi Luo's family saw that their master was injured, and wanted to step forward to help them, but just after taking a step, the upper of their shoes crushed the floor The sound made his own heart beat, he raised his foot, and carefully put it back in place without making any sound.
Carrying He Lanqing on his back, he walked up to the altar arrogantly like an emperor.
She dared not get off the horse when the altar was heavy, it was really disrespectful to the true God.
He Zhuo condensed his eyes: "Come down."
He Lanqing glanced at the old man indifferently, rode on the horse, and walked past him casually.
If Zhuo Ma can be obedient, then it is not Zhuo Ma, otherwise He Zhuo is always half-dead from anger.
He Zhuo is probably a little helpless towards this daughter. As Qiao Wei said, no matter how angry he is, it is his own. In this life, the only child is her.
The steed stopped in front of a group of maids. These maids were all servants of the Saintess Hall. The Saintess was injured and needed to be carried down for treatment. They brought a stretcher and were about to carry the Saints away, but... The horse blocked the way.
He Lanqing's eyes clearly fell on the saint, but the words she uttered were not addressed to the saint: "Take the stage."
Everyone was taken aback, raised the stage? What platform are you carrying? Who takes the stage
Everyone was confused when they saw a new wave of Xuanyi guards rushing in behind two rows of majestic cavalry. The Xuanyi guards rushed into the hall where Qiao Wei was, and there was a strange sound inside, but in the blink of an eye, this Team Xuanyiwei rushed up to the altar with the newly cut wood, and under the astonished gaze of the crowd, it took less than a quarter of an hour to build a ten-meter-high sacrificial altar.
There was no mess left on the ground.
Xuan Yiwei quickly retreated back to his phalanx.
It was as if nothing had happened on the altar, it was just as if an extra sacrificial altar had appeared out of thin air.
Everyone rubbed their eyes, Ma Dan, this is a dream, right? !
He Lanqing looked at the dying saint with her eyes closed, and said flatly, "I give you two choices, either complete the ceremony, or never have the chance to complete any ceremony."
The doctor at the side hurriedly said: "Dolma, the saint is seriously injured and can no longer move on her own, otherwise her life will be in danger."
He Lanqing: "I asked you something?"
The doctor lowered his head resentfully.
He Lanqing said: "Don't think that I can't do anything about you. I can burn your holy maiden hall once, and I can also burn your holy maiden hall twice. Count three times, one."
The archer turned around and aimed his arrows at all the people in the Saintess Hall.
He Lan said: "Two."
The archers all drew their big bows to the full.
He Lan's red lips parted slightly, and a word was about to come out. The saint on the stretcher suddenly opened her eyes, with a cold light in her eyes, looking at the woman on the horse, her eyes fell on the corners of her lips that seemed to be ridiculed: "Zhuo Ma, this is the altar."
He Lanqing blew on her bright red nails and said, "You know it's an altar and you still pretend to be dead?"
A little maid from the Saintess Hall couldn't see her anymore, she stepped forward and said: "Our saintess is not pretending, she has indeed suffered a very serious..."
Boom!
He was lifted by the horse's hoof and kicked away mercilessly.
Everyone gasped, dared to be violent at the altar, and even beat people from the Holy Maiden Hall, it really made people wonder what to say.
This little girl is also stupid, haven't you seen that even Patriarch Bi Luo smoked it? Are you amazing? It's just a little waiter who dares to touch the bad luck of the little evil star, so he deserves to be kicked.
The saint supported her painful body, got off the stretcher, picked up the sword in the maid's hand, and walked up to the sacrificial altar step by step with heavy steps, covering her painful chest.
She raised her sword and danced the blessing dance that she hadn't finished before.
The blessing dance is different from ordinary dances. It requires more strength, is more perfect, and is more magnificent.
Huo Ruyi shoots nine sunsets, and is as delicate as a dragon flying among emperors. Come like a thunderbolt, stop the wrath, stop like Jiang Hai condenses the light.
After giving up the dance, all the strength in her body seemed to be drained, and the saint's body was on the verge of falling. This time, she was really seriously injured.
However, next, there was the baptism of Little Dolma.
The saint held on to the railing of the sacrificial altar, spat out a mouthful of blood, and said with difficulty and embarrassment: "Please...Little Dolma."
"Wait a minute." He Lan waved her hand, "Can Lao Tzu's daughter walk the broken path of yours?"
As soon as the words fell, a guard in Xuanyi held a large bundle of golden blankets that he didn't know when he brought them, and gently spread them under Qiao Wei's feet. With a flick of his hand, a golden road extended from the hall to the altar.
Qiao Wei blinked in surprise, and looked at Ji Mingxiu, who held her hand and nodded with a smile: "Go."
Qiao Wei raised her foot.
"Wait!" Qingyan female officer came over in a hurry, "The clothes are all dirty, it's shameful, change clothes."
"Need not."
Her description is indeed a bit embarrassing, but having such a powerful mother who paved a golden road for her is an extremely honorable honor in itself.
Ji Mingxiu took her by the hand and put her on the golden blanket.
She stepped on the soft carpet and walked towards the altar step by step.
To be honest, just this morning she didn't feel much about this ceremony, it was just an errand that needed to be done, but at this moment, a layer of anticipation suddenly surged in her heart, almost involuntarily, and there was also a little bit of anticipation. little joy.
The process of baptism is not complicated. First, Qiao Wei stepped onto the high platform and pointed to the southeast direction. It is said that it is the place where the true God is said to have said. She kowtowed three times. Afterwards, the saint put her hand on Qiao Wei's forehead and recited a scripture in ancient Chinese. After that, the saint put a grain of cinnabar on Qiao Wei's eyebrows, and the ceremony came to an end.
"Holy water." The saint said.
The maid of the Saintess Temple walked up to the high platform holding a porcelain bottle.
The saint bestowed the saint on Qiao Wei, and the ceremony ended.
"Get up." said the saint.
Qiao Wei stood up, the saint held her wrist, raised her hand high, looked at the crowd of believers all around, tightened her fingers, and said: "Little Dolma has returned to our clan, and the true god has accepted her." After losing her, from now on, please respect her and love her as you love your true God."
A second ago, the crowd wished to tear Qiao Wei apart, but at this moment, thunderous cheers erupted.
"Little Dolma!"
"Little Dolma!"
"Little Dolma!"
"Little Dolma!"
The crowd shouted excitedly, as if they had used up all their energy for a lifetime, everyone was flushed, their emotions were high, and they were full of enthusiasm.
We have worked so hard, can we take the cold arrow away? Put down the big knife, put down the long sword, the child can also be returned to us...